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2 thoughts on “Christmas and Health Care”

These so-called “Christian” politicians (and one “observant” Jew) have done everything humanly possible to see to it that the lives of the American people will be held hostage by the big insurance and pharmaceutical companies forever – or until a revolution comes along. Not much is going to change in the meantime – and it will be a very mean time, I assure you. We will continue to die two years younger than they do in Europe. We will continue to have one of the highest infant mortality rates in the industrialized world. Have yourselves a merry little Christmas.

We celebrate the birth of the Prince of Peace while waging two senseless wars at such a safe distance from our shores, most of us don’t even bother to pay attention to them. We will continue to throw away our national treasure on the military industrial complex while the well being of our children is gambled away in the plutocracy’s crap game. We are a nation addicted to weapons of war. Let’s face it, that’s never going to change. If tomorrow our armaments industry ceased to be, the entire American economy would implode before sundown. So much hypocrisy. So little space. Santa Claus is coming to town.

“Blessed are the peacemakers.
for they shall be called sons of God.”

Jesus of Nazareth

Oh, and did I mention that I hate Santa Claus? I really do, you know. I say this without any fear of coal in my stocking. You see, I haven’t received a thing from the hideous old freak since 1966. That was the year I spiked his hot cocoa with a generous portion of Old Granddad. Santa, although a rather large person, doesn’t hold his alcohol too well. I found this out the hard way. After leaving our presents under the tree, he took off from the roof or our home and crashed into the Finkle house across the street. Two reindeer were killed. Horrible carnage.

To boil it down to the unpleasant essentials, although I love the story of the nativity and the true meaning of Christmas, I’m beginning to despise the Christmas holiday – but that’s just me. This year I am afflicted with Grinch Syndrome. Or might you call it, “Scrooge Disorder”? The problem is that I am – and always have been – at heart, an angry person. I try to cover up that rage with a facade of silliness, but that’s basically who I am. As Frank Sinatra once sang in the very last recording he made for Columbia Records in 1952, “Don’t try to change me now.”